Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 166 He and I are not brothers

Seeing the Emperor's ready agreement, Leman Russ's eyes flashed with a sharp light, the fierce light of a Fenrisian duel.

The two giant wolves sensed their brothers' fighting spirit and stepped forward from both sides.

Adult Fenris wolves are at least the size of horses.

The smaller, silver wolf's head was just slightly lower than Alpharius's shoulders.

The black one curled its lips, revealing sword-like fangs, and there was an exposed, prominent pink scar on its head.

With their yellow eyes wide open, they fiercely approached the cat-like creature, which was only one meter long and had ginger hair.

The Strong Brain Cat was not afraid at all, and its eyes, which had turned completely black, flashed.

A cruel scene immediately emerged in Freki and Gerry's eyes: the hunting team attacked the wolves with poison arrows, knives, guns and other weapons, and their mother fell in a pool of blood.

The tall brother fought hard, but was repeatedly cut and stabbed by the hunters' weapons, and was eventually captured by the larger hunting party.

Frecky and Gerry fell into the deepest nightmare fear, their bodies trembling, and strong-smelling sweat dripped onto the snow.

Leman Russ stretched out his hands and placed them on each of his two wolf brothers.

Feeling the warmth and strength of the big hand, Frecky and Gerry woke up from the nightmare.

They bent forward, let out an angry roar, and made a move to pounce.

The strong-brained cat walked with an elegant pace, a cold light flashing in its black pupils.

The wolf king stood up, and his huge body blocked the two wolf brothers.

The "heavy blow" hit him, and his huge body swayed slightly.

Leman Ruslus's eyes flashed and he said in a cold voice.

"witchcraft!"

The wolf king said this and raised his leg to kick the strong-brained cat.

With a loud bang, Leman Russ's leg was blocked by a leg wrapped in black leg armor.

The black-armored giant stepped forward, lowered his head slightly, looked at the wolf king, and said in a cold voice.

"You should kill the two behind you first."

Nimrod's eyes swept over the two men wrapped in dark furs. They wore simple fur hats on their shaved heads and did not grow beards like the other Fenrisians.

They wore strings of primitive bone amulets on their bodies and held bone staffs in their hands.

"They are not wizards, but children of the storm."

From the previous collision, Leman Russ felt that the black-armored warrior's strength was not inferior to his own, and he looked at the other party warily.

"Pretending to use words cannot change the essence."

Ning Lu's eyes were cold and he said sarcastically.

"It just makes you look fake."

The wolf king's eyes were filled with anger. He swung his arms and punched Ningluo's head.

Ninglu was about to swing his arm to block, but he stopped when he sensed the movement of a figure beside him.

The Emperor flashed before Nimrod, blocking Leman Russ's brutal attack.

"The differences are simply cultural differences."

"Rus, this is your brother Nimrod. You are brothers and should not fight over this."

"It is shameful to keep a witchcraft pet. He and I are not brothers."

The Wolf King said disdainfully, Ningluo said coldly.

"I won't try to wake someone who's pretending to be asleep."

As the Primarch, Leman Russ would undoubtedly have recognized that the power wielded by the Fenrisian Shamans was essentially the same as the sorcerous power wielded by the sorcerous Strong-Brain Cats he spoke of.

There was no point in talking without agreement, and Ningluo had no interest in arguing with someone so stubborn. The Emperor frowned slightly; today's meeting was going even worse than he had imagined.

Before the competition even began, a conflict arose between the two Primarchs.

[We need to find a way to resolve the conflict between them, at least so as not to affect their coordinated operations.

Before that, I must win the duel with Russ.]
Thinking of this, the emperor spoke.

"Russ, do we need to complete the challenge now, or are you willing to return to the Empire?"

Through observation and conversation, he had gained a considerable understanding of Russ and knew how to stimulate the Primarch and temporarily divert his attention away from the conflict between his brothers.

"of course not."

The Wolf King turned his gaze away from Nimrod and spoke to the Emperor.

"Come with me."

A moment later, everyone arrived in front of a huge round ivory gate with a giant python coiled on it.

The giant python's jaws were tightly gripping its own tail, and Nimrod recognized that it had been deliberately shaped into a ring, imitating Ouroboros.

The Terrans viewed Ouroboros as a symbol of eternity, a cultural belief brought to Fenris by colonists.

After passing through the ivory gate, the cold air was dispelled behind us, and the air was filled with smoke and a mixed strange smell.

The smell of bad cured meat, herbs, burnt fat, damp fur, and the sweltering aroma of animals sleeping in their dens.

It's more like an animal's lair than a palace.

The Chief's Hall is illuminated by the flickering flames of resin torches mounted on the wall and candles on the tabletops, and the walls are covered with soot.

The braziers between the tables gave off a stifling heat, and the burning animal oil in the braziers covered the ceiling with deposits of grease.

Russ walked forward and came to a throne covered with thick animal fur.

He sat down, with Frecky and Gerry lying on either side of his feet.

The Emperor sat at the head of the guest seats, with Alpharius standing behind him.

The Fenrisians brought in the spare throne for the king and pushed the two tables together, with Nimrod sitting behind the table next to the Emperor's.

After everyone took their seats, Leman Russ spoke.

"The first challenge is the eating challenge."

"Food is a gift from nature that Fenris bestows upon its people. The more you eat, the more gifts you gain, and the stronger you become!"

"it is good."

After the emperor nodded in agreement, the banquet and the competition began at the same time.

Plate after plate of meat was served on the table in front of Nimrod. In the icy and snowy Fenris, crops were difficult to grow, and the food mainly consisted of meat from hunting.

The soaked fruit leaves had long since carbonized into a thin, translucent shell. When gently lifted, they made a crisp cracking sound, revealing the ribs underneath that shone with an agate luster.

The high-temperature rock slab has burned cracked brown lines on its surface, and fine oil bubbles are slowly wriggling between the amber fat layers.

As the blade passed, rose-colored gravy flowed down along the lines carved on the flint, and the steaming hot air was filled with the wild fragrance of minerals and fruit wood.

The tendons close to the bones present a charming gradient of color: the outer layer is dark brown wrapped in a honey-colored burnt shell, transitioning to a juicy crimson inward, and the deepest part retains the unique light cherry blossom color of rock roasting. Each layer of texture is soaked in the bitterness of pine needles and the sour and sweet taste of wild berries.

Ningluo was not polite and picked up the steak with a fork and put it into his mouth.

The first thing the tip of the teeth touches is a brittle shell mixed with salt crystals, with a faint scent of flint given by volcanic slate.

Then comes the fat layer wrapped in chopped leaves, which melts into a waterfall of fat with a milky aroma on the tongue.

When your teeth bite into the center of the meat, the accumulated meat juice mixed with the smoky flavor of fruit wood bursts in your mouth, and the juice that seeps out between the fibers is soaked with the unique clear and sweet taste of ice water.

The gnawed joints were covered with translucent fascia, which looked like solidified amber under the candlelight, and the fingertips still had the rough touch of licking a mixture of rock salt and meat juice.

[Although the cooking method is not complicated, it retains the original taste of the food and has a good Fenris flavor.]
After eating three steaks, Ningluo ignored Leman Russ's provocative look, slowed down his eating, and focused his attention on the eating competition between Old Man Huang and the Wolf King.

(End of this chapter)